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Lawson Has His Fun	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 33000 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Recess, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Spinelli lay in bed. Her eyes refusing to blink as she stared up to her blank white ceiling. That's what she wished was on that piece of paper she found in her notebook. Nothing. She wanted to pretend what happened that day didn't. That they would both move on and not even look at eachother for the rest of their school life together. Yet Lawson kept pushing it and pushing it, and pushing her. Tonight was supposed to be about fun and sleeping over and watching wrestling. Not worrying about some stupid note!

She sighed, her fingers tapping on her alarm clock. Her fingers stopped and grabbed it. Lifting it up, Spinelli exposed a bent and overlapped piece of paper. Undoing the folds, she crinkled it open, the text now visible to her.

"YOURE PLACE, THIS SATURDAY, 12AM, BACKDOOR"

She crumpled it up and tossed it between the crawl space of her bed and her nightstand. Did he even know where she lived?

Speak of the devil. She heard a tap on her window. Kicking up her blankets, she crawled to her window. She flicked up some of her blinds and peered down into the darkness of her backyard. Spinelli couldn't tell her dad's BBQ from her bike, let alone Lawson. Maybe it was just a coincidence. A late night bird or bat lookin' for a snack. Yeah. She took hold of her alarm clock again, the blue digits saying "12:01"

The tap rang out again.

"Why me?" Spinelli breathed to no one but herself.

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Wanting to make sure he was out there, she turned on the back porch light. She caught a glimpse of him with his back to her and before he could react, she turned it back off. Spinelli undid the lock of the door, and with a squeak of the knob and a clunk, she opened it up.

"Hey Spinelle." Lawson said with no attempt to conceal his voice in his usual thin veneer and that white toothed half grin of his. It made Spinelli want to introduce him to something called the 'hockey smile.'

When Spinelli was thinking of ways she'd dismantle his face, Lawson instead threw a curveball her way with a wet smack on the cheek. Spinelli couldn't and wouldn't tolerate that, as she furiously wiped the back of her hand across her face to get those Lawson germs off her. In a loud whisper, she reprimanded him for that. "What are you trying to do? Gross me the heck out?"

"Ah I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. Your eyes just looked so beautiful in the moonlight." Lawson then started giggling like a mad man, not even able to pretend he meant it. He saw that line flipping through one of his sisters books once, it had this guy without a shirt on on the cover. Spinelli could only roll her eyes at this.

When Lawson clomped his shoes into her house, she couldn't believe she had to remind him. "Would you keep it down? You wanna wake the whole neighbourhood!?"

He ignored what she said, instead focusing on her. "Whoa Spinelle. You look just like you got out of bed." Lawson spoke in reference to the black tangled mess on her head. It was even worse off than when Lawson and her "fought", in the boys bathroom.

"For your information--I just did." Spinelli blew a strand out from the front of her face.

Lawson proceeded to mess with her hair the way her uncle would do sometimes. She really wished she had just put her hat on before coming down here. "This is how your hair should look after we do it. Not before." He let out a single guffaw.

She reached up and smacked it away, a little ticked off. "With the way you're acting, what makes you think I'll let you?" A lone digit ending up on the pec of his chest. Lawson looked at the finger, then to her. He didn't have to say he was mad or even put on a face of anger. She could feel it, especially in the way he towered over her. She retracted it back into her knuckle and stepped back.

Lawson had been leering her up and down. "Has anybody ever told you how cute you look in that gedup of yours?" He was referring to that wimpy nightgown her mom made her wear when she was old enough. She wasn't gonna go for the bait and waited for the shoe to drop as she folded her arms. "I do mean it Spinelle. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye." He sounded like such a boy scout. Spinelli let her guard down for one second and that's when he struck. "In fact. I should tell everybody about how you sleep in them little baby blue pajamas!"

Spinelli let out audible disgust at both him and herself for even thinking he changed.

"So where should we kick off the festivities? My boy here is hungry." He patted the front of his groinal area very obviously to her.

Spinelli, resigned, pointed to the door to their basement and started walking to it. When she opened the creaky door, she looked back to Lawson who seemed to have become lead footed.

"As much as I'd like to go into a dank and dirty basement, I was more figurin' we could go to your room." He punctuated that by using his thumb to point upwards.

Spinelli's hands raised up, straining hard against the air. She couldn't believe what he was trying to pull. "Are you nuts? My parents bedroom is upstairs and Gretchen's sleeping in my room."

Lawson froze. He hadn't expected that."Gretchen huh?" Stroking his chin, he had to think of a way to use this. "Maybe me and her should get... reacquainted." Lawson made sure to play up that last bit.

Spinelli came at him with fire and brimstone. "You touch one hair on that girls head and I'll make you wish you were never born." Even with her being shorter, in that revealing outfit and being a girl, Spinelli still got him to stand down.

It looked like he was gonna go for a peck on her cheek but hugged along the side of her face, his hot breath right in her ear. "I know you'll let me Spinelle. Question is, how is it gonna go down?" His voice turned soft and soothing. "Willingly?" He then went to the other extreme in a purr of evil. "Or forcefully?"

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Spinelli hated it. Almost every step upstairs resulted in a creak or a crack. Why did moving through your own house at night never feel like it did during the daytime? Every moment was pins and needles. Even her door, as slow as she turned the knob and moved the door, it felt like she was playin' rock music or watching Saturday morning cartoons at the highest volume when her parents wanted to sleep in that morning. It didn't help that she was holding the hand of the unpredictable Lawson and having to lead him through her house.

She dropped Lawson's hand the second she had her door open.

Off in the corner of her room, her friend lay in a sleeping bag. Face upturned, snoring like she usually did, Gretch fell asleep during the main event of RassleSlam X6, where that sucky Big Bad Ricky Dreamboat went up against the all American, Semper Fight, in a 'loser leaves the country' title bout. That PayPerView was so good it almost made her forget about tonight. Almost.

"Alright. We gotta be quiet, but Gretch here is a deep sleeper. We could probably get away with it." Spinelli quietly explained as she pulled herself on top of her bed.

Then she heard the door clunk close and whipped back to see Lawson, who shrugged his shoulders. Spinelli could only shake her head.

Walking towards the bed, Lawson couldn't help but check out the girl in her sleeping bag. He had no idea that girl sleeping bags could get that long. Protruding like a sharks fin, was what he could guess were her big ol' feet. He couldn't make out any of her geeky features, as he could only vaguely remember her, but boy did she snore like a beast.

Making his way to the bed, Spinelli's legs hanging off the side, she scooched over as he took a seat.

"So uh..." Lawson scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah..." Spinelli agreed and then looked away.

There was an awkward pause as they shimmied on the bed, but did little else. Lawson was trying to find the words. Spinelli was just anticipating his first move.

"Listen, Spinelli..."

She cut him off. "Save the crap Lawson. I know you're here for one thing, so do it already." Spinelle's head curved against the headboard of her bed, her back pushed up by her pillow as she grabbed both her knees and pushed out her bottom in his direction.

Lawson was a little offended to say the least. He was gonna say somethin' but now had forgotten what exactly. So he'd take out his aggression on what she was presentin'.

As he wormed his way up her bed, Lawson noticed she wasn't exactly dressed properly.

She'd forgotten her underoos.

"Hey Spinelle. Do you always go commando or is it just a special occasion for little ol' me?" He brought a bit of levity back into the room... at least for himself. Spinelli still seemed like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. Maybe he could change that.

Flipping his cap backwards, which he normally never liked to do - cause it would make him look like a certain dirtloser - he pulled down on her dress like a window blind, snapping the outfit upwards. He couldn't make the details out in the dark, but the smell... it was getting intense. Lawson brought himself even closer, and in his confusion in the near pitch black, he accidentally bumped his nose into something moist.

Spinelli moaned out.

Lawson reacted by rushing to cover her mouth with his hand. This wouldn't do.

He wrenched the pillow Spinelli was laying on, and threw it on top of her face. Spinelli was annoyed but Lawson couldn't tell.

Now he unzipped himself. It was time. He slapped the tip of his length against that small pocket of flesh that rested between her legs. Spinelli held the cushion over her face, only her eyes exposed, it reminded her of when she used her covers to protect herself from the monsters. Now there was only one and she could see him clear as day.

His teeth grit at the feeling of his cock sleeve unfurling in her still very tight entrance, Spinelli couldn't help but whine out. Lawson was still trying to get the rhythm down, causing her to whine more and more, but something still seeming awkward about this. His fists dug into the mattress, holding himself perfectly at the right insertion angle, before further driving his cock into Spinelli's young and still developing pussy, Spinelli's muffled scream from behind that pillow was like music to his ears, urging him on.

Eventually, Spinelli seemed to calm down. Besides the skin of their thighs meeting, the only other noise in the room was the slight ever increasing sound of the creaking bed, which gave her more time to think than she wanted. Lawson on the other hand loved the springiness of the coital engagement, timing each pump to make the bed sound louder and louder.

Spinelli hated his guts. She hated him more than she hated pickles on toast. Yet the feeling that she was getting from him was driving her insane. She still didn't know whether to plant one on him with either her fists or her lips. Thankfully her face and body were trapped behind that cushion so she didn't have to commit to either. "Ah... get ready Spinelle." She still remembered the feeling of him and what he left in her before, so she was ready.

Lawson came in the velvety insides of Spinelli like he knew what he was doing, using each thrust to squeeze himself dry within her, his chest beating against the pillow she held, the mix of fear and pleasure on Spinelli's eyes in his periphery, before there was nothing left. Lawson collapsed to her side, both laying exhausted, now just catching their breaths. "That... was mighty satisfyin', Spinelle."

'Glad it was for somebody' She thought, as Spinelli attempted to roll over, but was caught by the shoulder. She turned to see Lawson reapplying his hat after losing it in their session. "I wanna do something dirty. So let's do it somewhere dirty."

Spinelli was confused. "What do you mean?"

"There's still a hole we haven't tried together..." Was he serious? There's another way to... 'do it'? She was about to lower her head and agree out of desperation, when she realised she finally had some kind of leverage over him.

"I'll do it Lawson, but only on one condition."

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There was a snap of a pull string light, exposing how unfinished the basement truly was. Spinelli spotted something off in the corner. It was the makeshift guest bed that was thrown together for her older brother Joey whenever he needed a place to stay. Lawson hopped on the bed in a relaxed manner, hands at the back of his cap. Spinelli had to climb on, which was harder than you think in a night gown that didn't bend well at the knees.

Wanting to touch Lawson as little as possible, she attempted to take hold of the bed, and straddle above him that way. Spinelli struggled to climb aboard, especially when he offered no help. Lawson was getting impatient, deciding to offer some advice for once. "Alright Spinelle. I want you to squat down like you do when bases are loaded during some kickball." Spinelli seemed to understand that at least.

She didn't want to do this... her eyes and head locked forward trying not to think about ways she could wail on him right this second, but it was the fear of what an angry Lawson might do to this mysterious hole he requested for that held her back. Lowering herself now, Spinelli hiked up her dress. He grinned from ear to ear at the sight of her beautiful brown buns. Lawson's hands floated near each side of her cheeks, as if directing traffic. "That's it Spinelle. Real nice and slow." Lawson was stiffer than he'd ever been. That hole of hers was pinker than the rest of her, and it was winking at him. That hole of hers squished against his moist head, and Spinelli seemed to rock in place unable to go further. "Come on Spinelle. Do it." Spinelli could only think that even if he had forced her, it would only have been marginally worse than this. Like frenching a toad rather than a frog.

Spinelli grabbed her knees. "I can't Lawson, it feels gross and weird!" Spinelli sounded like her voice was gonna crack. She was on the edge, but so was he in getting in that sweet, sweet behind of Spinelli's. Licking the tip of his thumb, he pressed near the top of her orifice, massaging for a second, which seemed to be the key to breaching Spinelli's defenses.

She didn't know what hit her.

"Lawson, get it out, get it out!" Her voice only raised enough to where it was loud for the basement but nonexistent for the rest of the house. He could feel Spinelli's asshole spasm, first constricting then contracting around his cock head. It was above and beyond what their first time together felt like... for him anyway. Saying Spinelli didn't like it was an understatement, yet the sight of her ring suctioning him like some kind of weird alien was just egging him on to go deeper. He raised his hips.

Her legs buckled, spearing her atop him. There was a small "eep" caught in her throat as her eyes hit the back of her head. She couldn't believe that just happened. Yet it was like a bandaid almost, nowhere near as bad as when you rip it off. Like a ragdoll, she sat a moment, squeezing his meaty intrusion for a moment. She felt full but empty down there in her guts. "Hey Spinelli, don't make me do all the work."

'Bastard' Was all she thought. Placing her hand onto his chest and one beneath her leg as leverage, she raised her ass, and dropped back down with a slam of skin to skin contact, then again as the pain subsided. Lawson loved seeing them two buns o' hers slide up and down his pole. Placing his hands on the both of them, he noticed the way the frigid basement air scattered bumps across 'em, adding a nice tactile feel. Lawson did his best to match Spinelli's pace, and if there was any part of them that agreed with one another, it was their bodies as they rocked together.

Spinelli kept her moans to herself, as Lawson could never in a million years find out she was starting to like it, instead choosing to grunt and groan like she would during any strenuous activity. With her girlhood aching, unlike before, she found her source of pleasure with her hand planted firmly between her legs. Spinelli ground her lips up and down her arm with every motion. It reminded her of the time she fell trying to climb up Old Rusty - catching herself split legged on one of the bars didn't hurt as much as she thought it would.

Staring down at their "love connection", his pale cock was greasy, glistening in the light before being swallowed up again. The hole was hot. Maybe hotter than the sun. How hot was that? His body was sweating but so was hers. Lawson was proud of how long he had been holding out, especially on such a tight thing as this here hole of hers. Maybe he was just getting good at this sex stuff. As she raised up again, he saw something else there on his cock: Blood. At this point to Lawson though, it may as well have been cracking champagne on the S.S. Spinelli.

Actually, he had a much different way of christening Spinelli.

"Spinelli, I'm gonna-" Before he could finish, he was finished. Pulling down Spinelli, he shot up into her backdoor love chunnel. He felt her tighten her walls around him as he shot, and it felt like his cock was going to drown in there as he used her ass as his receptacle. Spinelli felt every bit of his milky hot discharge, as she collapsed back on top of his chest. He took hold, putting her hips in place as he gave her his final post orgasm grinds.

The only noise now was both of their heavy inhales/exhales.

As tastefully as he could, he pushed her off. Lawson took his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow, as he looked down at the wreck of a girl he had made. They may not have been family, but they certainly had blood ties. "Whew. I had real fun Spinelle, but it's real late, so I better skidaddle." Lawson's words were numb to her. It was hard. It was painful. Yet she was happy as she laid there, feeling Lawson's soupy mess of cum leave her ass drip by drop, knowing that with this disgusting deed, Lawson would fulfill his end of the bargain:

Gretchen would be safe from him.
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